Now where would you go if you were an accountant
who had just stolen 15 million dollars?
Mike Fifteen million! Where wouldn't I go?
Well, he's routed the money through the Turks and Caicos.
Well, follow the money. Or, follow the phone bill.
Let's see... 20 calls to a number in Paris
from his cell phone. Girlfriend?
Sylvie Girard, 325 Rue Montaigne.
Man, what did we do in the days before reverse directories?
And another case solved. Yes, and a potential payday.
My landlord has called me three times this week.
Oh, so I take it I'm buying dinner tonight.
Look at you. You just solved a mystery, too.
Yes, look at me. Listen, I was wondering what
your weekend is looking like?
Besides tracking down the accountant that's blown
all of my client's money on the Champs Elysee?
Not much, you have a better offer?
Well, it's Dylan's birthday. No way!
How old is he now. Like, seven?
No, eight. Can you believe it?
Wow. Hm...
Do you think that might be kind of weird though?
Actually, he asked if I could bring Aunt Vicki
to the party. I was at Molly's the other
day and I guess he overheard me talking about you.
What exactly were you talking about?
I don't know... that I was seeing you again,
you know. That you were seeing me
or that you were 'seeing me'?
I don't know... that I was seeing you... around.
And Molly was happy. She always did like you.
It's just I'm so close on this accountant thing.
I think I should probably stay in and follow it through.
Oh, absolutely! I mean, you gotta make hay.
I totally get that. But, um...
we're still on for dinner though, right?
You're damn right we are! Great.
Annie Turkey soup at the mission tomorrow, Francine!
Too damn salty! Every time.
They can keep their damn salty soup.
Who's there?
Annie? Is that you?
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Coreen Oh, could you put that down, please?
It's from a friend. Swarovski?
I think so. I used to sell these things.
Ms. Nelson should be back really soon.
Can I get you a coffee?
Hey, I know you.
This is the panhandle queen of Yonge and Carlton.
And you were the only decent cop on that beat.
I work Yorkville now. Less coins, more bills.
Good stuff. Annie Howard.
Word on the street is you went private.
I looked you up. Well, I hate to break this
to you, but if you're going door to door, you may have
picked the wrong door. My friend Francine was
killed last night. People just keep getting killed.
How do you know they're being killed?
Some of them just disappeared.
Last night I heard Francine screaming, and then
she was gone, too. How may people are we
talking about here? Frankie, Tyrell and Lynda.
Four at least, maybe more.
Annie, we have got to call the police.
You were a cop. You know that they're not
going to listen to us! Maybe they'll listen to you.
Vicki, I don't know which one of us is going to be next.
I can pay you. A bunch of us chipped in.
I've got almost a hundred bucks.
That's okay. I'll open an account.
Really, this... Do you want me to take it?
Let me. Okay, okay, great.
That's great. Coreen I got it.
All right, take a big breath.
And we're just going to start from the beginning, all right?
Dave So, um... looks like she was a working girl.
And you're gonna love this. Mike Yeah? No ID?
Dave Better. No blood.
Oh yeah, baby.
Looks like return of the vampire killer on both screens.
Look, it can't be the same guy.
All the other vics, they had their throats ripped open.
But this.. Maybe he's getting neater.
Everything pointed to that Norman Bridewell dude, right?
I mean, we never did get our hands on him.
Crowley heard about this?
Oh yeah, she's got all the dogs out on this one.
All hands on deck.
Like that'll help.
Listen, Dave, see that guy over there?
Does he look like a local to you?
Seems a little upscale for this 'hood.
How about we go say hello. Yeah.
Listen, make sure you get a photo of this guy, right?
Don't even worry about it. I've been taking pictures
for the last half hour.
Vicki She lived here?
Annie Francine didn't like crowds.
Actually, she didn't like individuals either.
Not a people person.
Did you notice anyone new around the park lately?
Anyone on or off their meds?
People are in and out, and on and off.
What about anyone who might have had a specific
beef with her.
Not with her or any of the others.
It's just someone who likes hurting people.
Vicki Where's her stuff?
She had some good stuff, man.
Her sleeping bag was almost new.
If something happened to her, that's evidence.
Nobody killed her for it, if that's what you're getting at.
Annie, look, I believe you, all right?
I just need some kind of proof that someone took her.
What's this?
Looks like drag marks.
Annie That's Francine's bag!
Oh... that's the kind of evidence I mean.
No! Don't touch that! We don't want your
fingerprints on that.
Looking for something? I am surprised that you
have time to go digging through cold cases.
There could be a connection to our case.
What, you think someone broke out of the retirement
home to kill a working girl? There are similarities
with all of this and our girl, okay?
It could be a copycat. It could one of those on-going
ritualistic things.
You said Norman Bridewell looked good for it.
That's why I put out a national warrant.
Is he back or what? I still think Bridewell
did those murders. But this is a different guy
and I'm developing some theories, okay?
Involving 75-year-old crimes?
Yes. Well, I look forward to
hearing it, detective. It should be entertaing.
Do you know what it's like trying to draw with somebody
looking over your shoulder? It makes you want to stop
working and discuss my case? I have a deadline.
If this book isn't in to the printers by the end of the
month, my editor's going to kill me... again.
So much for a timeless existence as one of the
children of the night.
Welcome to the 21st century.
Look, Henry, these people need our help.
I gave at the office. What, the Little Prince
doesn't help the homeless?
I wandered Europe for years after the Great War.
I know what it's like to have nothing.
What do you need? Well, I've called the
police in on this, but I just think that a vampire's nose
for blood will find things in the sewer that they
will miss. Sewer?
Well, you didn't say anything about a sewer.
That's because I was saving the best for last.
I have to meet Annie at the coffee shop around
the corner, but I will call you later, okay?
Going alone?
Vicki?
Nice picture. You should get a better
frame, man... like something in a rustic
with a linen liner... Yeah, you wanna put the
picture down, please?
Vicki It's okay, Annie. Mike's going to help us.
I picked this up in the park. It's Francine's.
It's covered in blood.
It's okay.
Mike Yeah, it's covered in blood and you have no victim.
I have half a dozen witnesses who heard screams.
Vicki, come on, you know how this is going to play out.
Even if I get a statement, by the time I need her in court,
she's going to be gone. She's going to be on something.
She's going to off her meds. Mike, I just handed
you a bloody bag. Annie says there are four
people missing, maybe more. We might be dealing
with a serial killer.
Or, this Francine woman decided to move into the
sewer, cut herself on the grate, or she OD'd.
Look, Vick...
Vick, I just have a really full caseload right now, okay?
So give me someone who can spare an hour.
I can't sell this! Send out a uniform,
at least to bag and tag the evidence.
Why don't you handle it? Fine! Loan me the
forensics team and I'll get right on it.
All right, you know, I'll make a deal with you, okay?
I will help you with your case, if you'll help me with mine.
You still need me for the tough stuff, huh?
There's something I want to show you.
Follow me.
Vicki Five minutes.
This isn't Henry. He doesn't do this.
Mike Oh, really? Fang Boy doesn't eat?
He doesn't kill.
He tell you that?
You've never actually even asked him have you?
I trust him.
Who are you and what have you done with Vicki Nelson?
Look, Henry is not a killer. No?
And how do you know so much about his drinking habits?
How many times has he sucked your blood, Vicki?
You really wanna know?
Once. Are you insane?
He was dying.
Any idea who he was with two nights ago?
Two nights ago he was with me.
All night?
Most of it.
Well, I hope I never need you as an alibi.
Listen, I've got a body with two puncture wounds, no blood,
and no sign of struggle. Even if I didn't believe
in vampires, I'd be thinking vampire.
So help me out here, Vick. Is it Henry, your new partner?
Or are we talking about some kind of blood sucking
convention in town? Maybe it's a wannabe,
or a cult.
Maybe it's another demon.
Okay, fine.
If Henry didn't do this, then he won't mind
helping me out, will he?
Stop! You killed the woman.
Francine. Peter I didn't kill anyone.
I'm hunting. Hunting what?
The Windigo. Vicki What the hell's
a Windigo? Hunger, pure hunger.
It doesn't happen to drink blood, does it?
It eats your flesh, cracks your bones and
sucks out the marrow. To each their own.
So what is it then, some kind of animal?
Some say Windigo was once a lost man in the woods.
A cannibal spirit came into him and kept him alive,
killing other lost souls he'd meet.
It killed Francine. How do you know that?
Did you see it? We've met before.
When I was ten, my father took me out to shoot a deer.
There was no deer.
There was a sound like the wind, but not like the wind.
My father went to meet it and that's when it took him.
That's when I saw it and it saw me.
I grabbed a branch out of the fire to keep it back,
but it never came for me.
Next day, I found my father's bones.
Do you believe in destiny Ms. Nelson?
Not a big fan. My people say when
you see a Windigo, you're marked for death.
No matter how far you run, it'll find you.
You can't believe it followed you here.
Maybe it just moved here for better hunting.
But maybe if it would've killed me back then,
all these other people would still be alive.
Vicki Do me a favour, Peter,
would you stay in a shelter tonight?
I like it outside. It's my home.
Do you believe him?
I believe he believes it.
Great. Aboriginal cannibal spirit's infesting city ravines.
Maybe he's got the right idea.
Maybe somebody should put together a hunting party.
That's the spirit! Actually, 'us' not being
the somebody I was referring to.
My book's still got four pages that need inking.
The police can handle this, Vicki.
Okay. Yeah, Mike did say he
would look into it for me. Good.
Um-hum, had to make a little deal, though.
He's got a body. Puncture marks on the neck,
no blood. He wants to talk to
you about it. Imagine that!
Henry, you're the only vampire he knows.
What do you think? That you didn't do it.
Henry, it's just a conversation.
It's nothing to worry about. That's what my father said
to Anne Boleyn...
right before he took her head.
You have a visitor.
Did he say what he wants? He said it's
a personal matter.
Detective Sergeant Celluci, what can I do for you, Mr...?
Javier Mendoza. I saw you the other day
at the place where they found that poor young girl's body.
Yeah, I saw you, too.
Make it a habit of hanging around crime scenes,
Mr. Mendoza? I was there for the same
reason you were, detective. I'm hunting for the killer.
Oh really? Well, do you have any
suspects for me?
We both know who did this...
Henry Fitzroy.
Coreen Pretty much every northern culture has its own
variation of the Windigo myth.
Some researchers figure it's easier to have a supernatural
explanation for cannibalism rather than admit people
actually eat each other. The Windigo is human?
Depends of the legend. Some cultures say they
possess a person, make them crave human flesh.
This sounds more like the monster version.
I'm not going to like the monster version, am I?
You know what a Sasquatch is, right?
Bigfoot? I've got it, a Sasquatch.
It's like a Sasquatch, only it's taller and
thinner and less hairy, and Sasquatches are vegetarians.
Vegetarian? These things eat people.
Well then, the burning question is, how do we get it
to stop eating people?
You've been following me? I've been tracking him.
Like you, I'm an officer of the law - Canon law.
I work for the Church.
I deal with anomalies.
That's what you think Fitzroy is?
An anomaly? I think he is an abomination.
And we both know that your law is ill equipped
to deal with his kind.
If he killed this girl, he'll pay for it.
Really, detective? I mean if you can catch him,
how do you intend to prosecute him?
Do you think a cell can hold him?
And even if you can imprison him, are you prepared for
what will happen on his first sunrise in captivity?
I know this is difficult for you.
Men like us, we follow a code.
Then you know that this badge means that I don't believe
in vigilantes or lynchings.
I don't kill vampires.
I have a means to neutralize them so they won't kill again.
I offer them salvation.
Mr. Mendoza, saving souls is a little outside of
my jurisdiction.
And that poor girl we saw earlier,
was she outside your jurisdiction?
I don't think the law can help.
But you can.
Delphine Guillaume, age 26, a lover of Fitzroy's.
These photos must be at least 50 years old.
A little more than 60.
Fitzroy killed her, after he seduced her.
My number's in the file.
How do we do this?
Do you hit me with phone books until I confess?
Mike Yeah, if you like.
Ever meet her?
She's not exactly my type. Oh, and what exactly
is your type, Henry? O negative?
Mike, what are you doing? He's trying to help.
That a vampire bite? It might be.
Might be or is?
I told you already, I've never met her.
Any other vampires in town I should know about?
We don't all belong to the same book club.
Now, I've answered your questions, are we done?
Not quite.
Any of these ladies look familiar?
Vicki What is this?
You going to try and pin every cold case in the files on him?
No, just the ones I think he might actually have done.
If I'm going to kill somebody, I'm not going to
be that sloppy about it. Really?
Well, maybe it's an accident, huh?
You know, you start going at it...
things get a little too frisky, before you know it...
If I take the life, I remember it.
Let's test that, shall we? Know what, Mike?
This is enough. He's answered your questions.
Delphine. Old friend?
Where did you get this?
You first.
Did you kill her?
Yes.
Now unless you want to try to charge me for something that
happened in 1944, we're done here.
Don't worry. Annie will watch your ride.
Are you ever going to talk to me again?
Are you going to tell me why you had Celluci do
your dirty work? No, he told me he just
wanted to ask you about the girl they found the other night.
I had no idea he was going to ambush you.
Who was the woman in the old photo?
It was a long time ago.
What about those other women, though?
If you didn't know them, why not just say so?
Who says I didn't know them?
Henry You should go back. It's my fight.
What is it? Death.
Peter.
Vicki Oh, shoot.
Peter That jacket belongs to Francine.
Oh Peter, I'm sorry.
Henry LOOK OUT!
Vicki PETER! NO! Peter HE'S MINE!
Vicki Why did it let us go?
It has its food.
We've got to go back, Peter's still in there.
No, it's too late. It's too late.
God, I thought you could take that thing!
So did I.
What's the matter? You're not healing.
I lost too much blood.
I need to feed.
I wasn't asking.
I'll drop you downtown.
Have you been here all night?
What, it's morning already?
I think you need this more than I do.
God bless you!
Kate? Hypothetical.
Hit me.
All right. There's this case and
you know who done it. I mean you just know.
But you can't make it stick.
You've got evidence, maybe even a confession.
But it's not good because of how you obtained it.
Or because of who the guy is.
They're connected? Untouchable.
But, there is someone at another agency who can put
this guy away.
Only this agency doesn't play by the same rules.
FBI?
RCMP?
Military? Right,
hypothetical.
Hypothetical.
How bad is this? Serial killer.
Lots, over a long time.
You hand it over. No matter what
they'd do to him?
We both believe in due process.
We wouldn't be having this conversation otherwise.
The important thing is to get the bad guy off the street.
No more killing.
Peter said that once the thing sees you,
you're marked for death. What does that mean?
I have a new stalker?
That's one version. Great.
Before you know it, the supernatural types are
going to have to line up to take a shot at me.
Henry, too. You guys should stick together.
That's a bit complicated right now.
Is there anything else on the aboriginal connection?
What's Peter's heritage?
Iroquois? Mohawk? Algonquin?
You know, I never thought to ask.
What difference does that make now?
The Windigo has over 60 names and more than
twice as many stories of how it kills and why,
and how to stop it. If it is Peter's Windigo,
maybe I could narrow down the options.
All the myths are culturally specific.
Okay, best guess. How do we kill this thing?
You could try silver bullets.
Oh, come on, even I know that's a werewolf thing.
A lot of cultures believe silver has mystic properties.
I've got a documented case from 1864 where the Ojibway
go hunting for a Windigo with silver bullets.
They have documented cases? How cool is that, right?
Well, I guess I'll be melting down Grandma's
bracelet tonight. Also, a lot of cultures
believe that Windigos' hearts are made of ice,
or turn to ice, or freeze. Some people say that's
a metaphor, but there are stories about burning Windigos
or boiling them alive or... Wait, that's it!
When Peter was little, he hid by the fire.
When Francine was killed, Annie was by the fire.
It's afraid of fire. I mean it didn't go after
Peter until after he dropped his torch.
That's why it lives up north.
It can stand the heat. Well, that's great.
All we need now is a flamethrower.
Done! I'll need an hour.
I made one last year for a party.
Of course you did.
You look better. Did you have a nice dinner?
The body's in the next room if you'd like to take a look.
Yeah, I'll take your word for it.
Listen, Henry. We've got to go back.
Into the sewer to kill an unkillable spirit.
Unless you have a better idea.
Not going to the sewer? This isn't your problem.
Henry, I have an obligation.
One hundred dollars... That's all it takes
to risk your life?
Actually it was 98 dollars and 56 cents.
Look, Henry, it killed Peter.
It's going to keep killing. And who's going to go out
there and stop it, huh? The police aren't going
to go near this. Why does it have to be you?
There are things out there that people can't or won't see.
Now that I've seen it, I'm not just going to walk away.
You know how I surviv 500 years?
Mega doses of vitamin C and complete danger avoidance?
Picking my battles.
Then if I were you, I would put your coat on.
Because if Peter was right, the Windigo seeing us means
that we are firmly on the entr\e section of his menu.
One doesn't win an argument with you?
Don't even bother.
Mike Javier. Sorry I'm late.
You're here now. Listen, I need to ask you
something right up front. Anything.
How many people has Fitzroy killed?
Including this latest girl?
He's lived nearly 500 years.
He feeds every night. I mean, how many do you think?
You said that he has a pattern.
Most of these creatures are quite predictable.
Fitzroy prefers women.
He seduces them, brings them into his world.
Once he's gains their trust, perhaps even their love, he
consummates the relationship with the only thing that is
real to a monster like him.
Their blood.
Does he ever drink from them before he kills them?
Always.
But once he tastes a lover's blood, they will die.
The only question is how soon.
Javier, what... What do you need from me?
Why me? I need somebody he trusts.
You think Henry trusts me? Of course.
You know what he is, and you're still alive.
Henry Fitzroy wouldn't let me anywhere near him, but you...
Not my style. The Iluminacion del sol.
It drains a vampire's power. It allows me to deal with him.
Look, Javier... I've seen what Henry can do.
How's this going to stop him?
Believe me, detective, I've trusted my life to this
many times. All you must do is to
place it on his chest.
And that's it?
You have feelings for this Victoria Nelson.
And you know he's already tasted her.
If you fail to do what I ask, she will die.
You must know that.
Henry If I ever had any doubts about your plan,
seeing that certainly allays them.
Vicki Bring on the Windigo. I'd better let you lead.
I don't think I can trust my back any more.
Henry, don't do this. I don't judge you.
How generous. Then what does it matter
what I've done? My life is my business.
I drink blood or I die.
You chose to be a vampire.
I chose to give my life to be with the woman I loved.
I chose to experience hundreds of years of human history.
And every time I feed, I am choosing to live.
What is your choice, Vicki?
Javier It's time Delphine.
Delphine Oh! Oh! Oh! OH!
Thank you.
Thank you for your confession.
You made me a promise.
You said if I confessed, you'd set me free.
And I always fulfill my promises.
In a few short hours the sun will set you free.
AH! YOU BASTARD!
How many have you killed? I don't kill.
I give them salvation! You should be grateful!
AH! Thank you for giving me
the one I've been looking for, the one who made you.
Henry Fitzroy. I'll save him, too.
Why don't you just ask me what you really want to know?
What is it that I really want to know?
About the woman in the photo, Delphine.
I'm not sure I want to know.
She asked me to turn her and I did.
Oh, okay. But you have to understand.
I have killed people and I will kill again.
It's part of who and what I am.
I was raised to be a king.
I learned the art of war when children today are
learning to colour.
I thought I had a dysfunctional childhood.
I killed for my country and I killed for honour.
And when I met Christina I became much more
intimate with death.
Couldn't you control it or something?
When you turn, you don't see people anymore.
You see prey.
I spent a long time learning to control my impulses.
I'm not human, Vicki,
and every once in a while,
somebody's going to die.
Mike Oh, hey, Coreen.
Hey, Mike.
She's already left. Did she go to the ravine?
Is Henry with her? Yeah, vampires...
Don't leave home without 'em. So, you know what he is
and you're okay with that? He's amazing.
It's like, if vampires are out there anything's possible,
you know - Sasquatches, UFO's, angels.
He hasn't sucked your blood, too, has he?
I wish. You guys are all insane.
Mike, if you're going out there, take these.
What, bullets? Silver bullets.
Do I look like the Lone Ranger to you?
For the Windigo. I've been reading more
about the purification properties of silver.
It's like demon penicillin. You know what, Coreen...?
This might be the only thing that could stop it.
So, just take them, okay? Okay.
Oh, hey, how did you know my gun's caliber?
Glock nine millimeter, nine by nineteen casing, right?
I've seen you use it. Sweet piece.
Yeah.
You'll going to be able to smell him right?
Maybe.
Think 'reassuring tone'.
This is your plan.
You're the one who was learning military strategy
in his diapers. You must have some ideas.
I'm not the one who needs to be worried, Vicki.
It's not my blood he'll be able to spill.
Good work on the reassuring tone.
It's not here.
It's here. It's here.
Vicki Not working!
Henry USE THE ELECTRICITY! LIGHT IT UP!
Vicki GET OUT OF THE WATER! Henry DO IT!
You okay? Fine!
Vicki You gotta be kidding me!
Mike?
How did you...?
Silver bullets.
Coreen said they'd come in handy.
But what are you doing here?
I have something...
for Henry. What?
OH! AH...!
WHAT DID YOU DO?
vier We meet again, Henry Fitzroy.
NO!
Time to pay for your crimes.
What did you do?
Henry has killed too many people.
I can't let him kill you, Vicki.
You let him go. Javier The vampire's whore.
You think I haven't seen the devil's own marks on you?
Hey, hey, hey! Mendoza!
Sorry, detective. This wasn't part of
our deal.
What are you doing to him?
If you care about this creature, then do as I say.
Give me your gun.
Lock those gates with your handcuffs.
Mike, don't!
Now!
You bastard!
The key.
Thank you.
HENRY!
Vicki, I didn't know. Don't say a word!
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